Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Senate Conspires To Deny Me My Entertainments

Senate to postpone confirmation hearing for Ronny Jackson to head Veterans Affairs, White House officials told

Senate lawmakers have postponed the confirmation hearing for Ronny L. Jackson, President Trump’s nominee to lead the Department of Veterans Affairs, after top Republicans and Democrats raised concerns about his qualifications and oversight of the White House medical staff, White House and other administration officials were told Monday.

The development came just two days before Jackson, the White House physician, was scheduled to testify before the Senate Committee on Veterans’ Affairs and threw what was looking to be a difficult confirmation process into further jeopardy...

Damn. I was looking forward to that hearing.

Sen. Blumenthal: Admiral Jackson, Did you order the third Rusty Nail?

Sen. Tester: You don't have to answer that question!

Ronny Jackson: I'll answer the question!

[pauses]

Ronny Jackson: You want answers?

Sen. Blumenthal: I think I'm entitled to.

Ronny Jackson: You want answers?

Sen. Blumenthal: I want the truth!

Ronny Jackson: You can't handle the truth!

[pauses]

Ronny Jackson: Senator, we live in a world that has big, hairy federal agencies, and when Republicans get into office, those big, hairy federal agencies are gonna be run unqualified hacks. Who's gonna do it? You? Ha! Take it up with President Hillary! Il Douche knows that I have a greater capacity to flatter his flabby ass than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Hillary and you curse Il Douche. You have that luxury. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at Beltway cocktail parties, you know that Washington runs on favors, nepotism, clout and ass-kissing. We use words like knee-walking, do-a-shot, shitfaced. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent hiding out in the woodwork of the federal bureaucracy. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who gets woozy after one Bud Lite. I would rather you just said "thank you" and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you grab a chug bucket and stand a keg. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!

Hey, I didn't really want the job. Just doing it as a favor to my Russian Puppet pal T Rump. Who asked me if I would go over there and run it into the ground and privatize.Turns out the favor was just to break a news cycle of Cohen taking the Fifth in court. Now that the misdirecting mission of the enemy is over, mission accomplished. Now, who wants candy?